Out of habit, she poured some shampoo into her hand and started massaging her hair. Sara felt light headed and a little nauseous. Sara was shaking. He ran his hand over her soaked pussy, and then used her own juices to lube his penis. She felt angry at her own body for the arousal it felt during these 3 hours of compulsively reliving this disturbing scene. “Well, not that often, actually. And yet she hadn’t had enough. Two carrots lying on a damp towel. She could see every sweat bead on her perky breasts as they bounced, she could see the goosebumps on her skin; she could see the moisture of her vagina coating her perfectly shaven pussylips, and those puffy, smooth lips spread would grip a thick shaft tightly; she could see her cheeks being spread apart to reveal an asshole, Felicity’s asshole, that would then welcome a long dark penis inside of it. She was feeling so many things at the same time that she became paralyzed. The finger between her asscheeks started softly pushing against her asshole.
